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I make out taillights as the car slows and then pulls over in front of me. Reverse lights. My heart begins to beat in my throat, my fingertips, my temples. The lights atop the car breathe to life. Red, blue, red, blue. I watch as someone exits the vehicle. All I can make out is their silhouette as they begin to approach my car. I barely move my neck as they walk toward my passenger door, keeping my eyes trained on them as they reach the window.

A tap. Tap, tap, tap. I press the ignition button to give power to the windows—how did I know how to do that?

I roll the window down. A cop. Help, I want to say. I forgot where I was going, I want to say. What does that word mean? Maybe I should say Silas in return. I look at the controls on my dash. I force my lips apart so that I can form a word. When I release the air in my lungs, it comes out shaky… embarrassing. I look back at the officer standing at the window. My voice scares me. The officer leans down and motions to my lap.

You lost? I push them to the passenger seat, wanting them off me, and I shake my head again.

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A loud ring, coming from inside the car. I follow the sound, moving the papers from the seat to find a cell phone beneath them. I look at the caller ID. I push a button on the side of the phone to get it to silence. Big game tonight.

Why does neither seem familiar? I nod. I nod again and put my finger on the button that controls the windows.

My father.

The officer stares at me for a few seconds longer, a quizzical look on his face. He finally shakes his head and then begins to retreat back to his car. I look down at the phone. Whoever Janette is, she really wants someone to answer this phone.

I swipe the screen and bring it to my ear. I wait a few seconds before responding, hoping it clicks. Except she said it like a name.

My name? Did I find her? Who am I supposed to be looking for? I face forward again, not sure how to respond to the question just posed to me. I press it against my ear again. She sounds young. Younger than me. Maybe she lost her dog and I was out looking for her? Maybe I hydroplaned in the rain and hit my head. I need to hang up before I say something wrong.

Something incriminating. The papers that were sitting on my lap catch my eye. I reach over and grab for them. The pages are stapled together, so I flip to the front page. What the hell?

You recognize no one, not even yourselves. Maybe it will help in some way. I drop the pages in my lap and bring my hands to my face. I rub them up and down, up and down. I squeeze my eyes shut and bring my fingers to the bridge of my nose. I wait for myself to wake up. This is a dream, and I need to wake up. A car passes, and more water is tossed across the windshield. I watch as it trickles down again and disappears beneath the hood.

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Everything is too vivid, too detailed to be a dream. I pick the pages up again, and with each sentence it becomes harder to read.

My hands become increasingly unsteady. My mind is all over the place as I scan over the next page. I find out Silas is definitely my name and that Charlie is actually the name of a girl. My breathing is almost as erratic as the rain falling against the roof of my car.

I bring my left hand up to the back of my neck and squeeze as I read the last paragraph. One I apparently just wrote a matter of ten minutes ago. Find her. The first thing you need to do is find her.

The last few words of the letter are scrawled, barely legible, like I was running out of time when I wrote it. The information is racing in my mind faster than my heart is beating in my chest. I can feel the onset of a panic attack coming, or maybe a breakdown. I grip the steering wheel with both hands and breathe in and out through my nose. Bourbon Street, Charlie, my brother, The Shrimp, the tarot reading, the tattoos, my penchant for photography.

Why does none of it seem familiar? This has to be a joke. This has to be referring to someone else. I grab my phone again and open up the camera app. I lean forward and reach behind me, pulling my shirt forward and over my head.

I hold the camera behind me and snap a picture of my back, then pull my shirt back into place and look at the phone. A strand of black pearls is tattooed on my back, just like the letter said.

My stomach. The contents of whatever I had for breakfast are now on the ground at my feet. My clothes are being soaked as I stand here, waiting to get sick again.

When I think the worst is over, I climb back into the car. I look at the clock, and it reads I reach across the seat and open my glove box. I pull out the contents, tossing aside vehicle and insurance information. I find an envelope with our names written across it. A duplicate of everything I just read. I continue to flip through the papers until a folded piece of paper tucked at the very bottom of the glove box steals my attention.

It has my name written across the top of it. I open it, first reading the signature at the bottom. I start back at the top of the page and begin reading. Dear Silas, This is not a love note.

I hate those girls, always so lovesick and disgusting. Anyway, this is the anti-love note. For instance, I do not love the way you brought me orange juice and medicine last week when I was sick. And what was with that card?

You hope I feel better and you love me? And I definitely do not love the way you pretend that you can dance when you really look like a malfunctioning robot. And speaking of how you do everything wrong, remember when I hurt my back during cheerleading practice? It was a clear sign of how needy and selfish you can really be.

How dare you, Silas! I will also no longer tolerate the things you say about me around our friends. The lights atop the car breathe to life. Red, blue, red, blue. I watch as someone exits the vehicle. All I can make out is their silhouette as they begin to approach my car. I barely move my neck as they walk toward my passenger door, keeping my eyes trained on them as they reach the window.

A tap. Tap, tap, tap. I press the ignition button to give power to the windows—how did I know how to do that? I roll the window down.

A cop. Help, I want to say. I forgot where I was going, I want to say. What does that word mean? Maybe I should say Silas in return. I look at the controls on my dash. I force my lips apart so that I can form a word. When I release the air in my lungs, it comes out shaky… embarrassing.

I look back at the officer standing at the window. My voice scares me. The officer leans down and motions to my lap. You lost? I push them to the passenger seat, wanting them off me, and I shake my head again. A loud ring, coming from inside the car. I follow the sound, moving the papers from the seat to find a cell phone beneath them. I look at the caller ID. I push a button on the side of the phone to get it to silence.

Big game tonight.

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Why does neither seem familiar? I nod. I nod again and put my finger on the button that controls the windows.

My father. The officer stares at me for a few seconds longer, a quizzical look on his face. He finally shakes his head and then begins to retreat back to his car.

I look down at the phone. Whoever Janette is, she really wants someone to answer this phone. I swipe the screen and bring it to my ear. I wait a few seconds before responding, hoping it clicks. Except she said it like a name. My name? Did I find her? Who am I supposed to be looking for? I face forward again, not sure how to respond to the question just posed to me. I press it against my ear again. She sounds young. Younger than me. Maybe she lost her dog and I was out looking for her?

Maybe I hydroplaned in the rain and hit my head.

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I need to hang up before I say something wrong. Something incriminating. The papers that were sitting on my lap catch my eye.

I reach over and grab for them. The pages are stapled together, so I flip to the front page. What the hell? You recognize no one, not even yourselves. Maybe it will help in some way. I drop the pages in my lap and bring my hands to my face. I rub them up and down, up and down. I squeeze my eyes shut and bring my fingers to the bridge of my nose.

I wait for myself to wake up. This is a dream, and I need to wake up. A car passes, and more water is tossed across the windshield. I watch as it trickles down again and disappears beneath the hood. Everything is too vivid, too detailed to be a dream.

I pick the pages up again, and with each sentence it becomes harder to read. My hands become increasingly unsteady. My mind is all over the place as I scan over the next page. I find out Silas is definitely my name and that Charlie is actually the name of a girl. My breathing is almost as erratic as the rain falling against the roof of my car. I bring my left hand up to the back of my neck and squeeze as I read the last paragraph.

One I apparently just wrote a matter of ten minutes ago. Find her.

The first thing you need to do is find her.The PDF reflow feature allows you to easily reformat the text for display on small screens.

Before - Jan 10, Shelves: forbidden-romance , childhood-loves , sweet-heart-warming-stories , shocking-twists , listened-to-audio-version , wtf-did-i-just-read , love-triangles Please see more of my reviews at www. Charlie could be considered the opposite of Silas, however she has her reasons.

Cant wait for 3!!!. Through the eyes of our two adorable characters I now have an idea of how it must feel to lose all memory of who you are. You need to get a grip.

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